18
INTERRUPTED
Some days after the party, Jo sat in the Great Hall with Jeannie. She'd tried to lay low after the events of the party, and wasn't up to taking visitors. After Mark's act of defiance, demons supporting the new King and Queen wanted to visit Jo. She had Dean take most of the visitors, and they ended up discussing information on those who still supported Lucifer. Jo wanted nothing to do with the politics surrounding her new position. Once the dust settled, she was getting rather anxious. After stewing in boredom for a few hours, she decided to go on a walk with Jeannie. Each time they ventured out she learned more and more about the layout of Hell. It was nothing like she had imagined during her time on the Rack. While Jeannie explained how Dean reorganized parts of it, Jo was honestly impressed.
Wandering around, they stumbled upon a hallway of unusual doors. Most of them held silent prisoners, and a few were vacant. The last one on the end contained a sobbing man. Curiosity too much to bear, Jo paused and looked through the small opening in the door. Tied to a Rack was Roy. The Roy who had betrayed her and caused her all that pain years ago. The anger was not forgotten, and an angry fire began to build within her. Screaming in disgust, Jo stormed her way to Dean's office. Jeannie was struggling to keep up with the Queen, and was sporting a look of confusion the entire way to the King's office.
Swinging open the doors in outrage, Jo stomped into the large room. Dean was in his chair, nursing whiskey as usual, with a new arrival kneeling in front of him. Jo recognized the scene as a sentencing, where Dean would determine a soul's placement in Hell. Harvey was standing next to the Devil, and Arirca was off to the side ready to intervene. After seeing the process a few times, Jo understood that Arirca was nothing more than a common goon. Harvey was the one that Dean consulted with issues, and she could see the frustration in the lower demon's eyes when Dean favored Harvey.
However, all thoughts of rank flew out the window during her rage-fueled entrance. Jo glared at Dean with determination and fury. She saw Arirca take a step forward but ignored him. "You fucking bastard," she spat. Dean tilted his head and looked down at her. Setting his whiskey aside, he descended his throne to move next to her.
"Excuse me?" he questioned in an irritated tone. She knew he was mad that she was interrupting him during his business, and her outburst probably wasn't appreciated
"You know what!" she hissed and saw him lean forward. It was clear he didn't know what she was referring to, and he raised an eyebrow in question.
"ROY! That's what!" Jo screamed. Realization crossed Dean's face, and he backed away briefly.
"This isn't the place to discuss this, sweetheart," he replied in a warning voice.
"I think it's the perfect place!" she was still riled up and had no intentions of backing down. She reached forward to slap him across the face but he caught her hand mid swipe. Arirca had stepped forth to intervene, but Dean held up his other hand.
Gripping her arms with iron force, he teleported them to the Great Hall. Pinning her up against the stone wall, his eyes flashed red. "I told you not to disrespect me," he said. Surprisingly, his grip tightened even more. The circulation was cutting off in her arms, and Jo was regretting her outburst in his office. She wasn't speaking to Dean; she was speaking to the Devil.
"Why? Why is he here?" she demanded, showing courage.
"Do I need to remind you of your place? Huh? This shit can't happen, and you can't disrespect me like that. I can take away your freedom with the simple snap of my fingers," he held his hand in front of her face tauntingly.
"You don't scare me Dean. Behind these red eyes is still part of your humanity. Now tell me why Roy is here and I didn't know about it," she calmly challenged.
Dean kept her pinned against the wall, and to his surprise he saw a glint of fire red in Jo's chocolate eyes. He tilted his head to the side in interest. Anger replaced by excitement, he smiled down at his Queen. "I can see that you're note scared of me. But you that doesn't excuse your behavior," he whispered, leaning in closer. "He's here because I'm torturing him. I'm making good on my promise all those years ago to kill him. Since he's already dead, torture is the next best thing," his raspy voice explained. His arms were still holding her against the wall as she struggled to wriggle free.
"You really think I don't deserve to stab him at least once?" she questioned with a tear spilling over. Shocking her, he crushed his lips against hers instead of replying. After a second's hesitation, she responded to the kiss. It wasn't a soft kiss, and didn't show any delicacy. It was pure hunger and instinct. "Dean," she started to speak, but he cut her off.
"Shut up," he said and felt her give in to his touch.
Back in Dean's office, Harvey had sent the new arrival away to their cell. Arirca was pacing back and forth and finally stopped near the fireplace. "Who does she think she is? Defying our King like that?" he asked.
"Are you making threats against Jo? She's your Queen just as much as Dean is our King. I'd be careful what you say," Harvey warned the younger demon.
"You can't seriously think he'll keep her around? He can find a different one easily. What's so special about her?" Arirca demanded. He didn't understand his King's motives, or any reason for keeping the disrespectful woman around.
"Everyone has a past Arirca, even the Devil," Harvey explained and moved to study some papers on Dean's desk. "Stop whining and go check on the boy and Sam Winchester. See to it they are still distracted."
"Fine," Arirca grumbled, but he complied. Minutes later, John Winchester appeared in the office looking for his son.
"Where's Dean?" John questioned, still obviously uncomfortable with his new home.
"Had an interruption with the missus," Harvey chuckled. John grunted in understanding, but set some supplies down on Dean's desk. "Everything okay topside John?"
"Just fine," John answered, not wanting to communicate with the demon.
"You know, you're son is nothing like Lucifer. Now that you've finally agreed to his deal, I'd embrace it if I were you. I was never a fan of Lucifer, all the death, punishment, and useless torture. But Dean, our King, your son, has done wondrous things to Hell."
"I don't know if wondrous and Hell can be used in the same sentence," the eldest Winchester exclaimed.
"Perhaps not. But Hell has become more of a place of justice, punishing and torturing those that deserve to be tortured rather than whomever pissed off Lucifer that day. He's not perfect, he's the Devil, but he's the best Devil we've had down here in a long time."
John just nodded in response, but didn't say anything. Moving towards the small bar, he made himself a whiskey. If it was one thing father and son still had in common, it was taste in alcohol. "Where exactly did he go?"
"My guess is the Great Hall or their room."
"Thanks," John said, and was baffled that he was thanking a demon.
Jo felt the pleasure rush through her in waves as Dean continued to please her in a way not thought possible. Animalistic sounds escaped his lips as whimpers of euphoria escaped flew from hers. Both finishing and satisfied, he still held her pinned against the wall. The skirt from her outfit was pushed past her thighs, and her underwear had been torn and discarded. Both catching their breath, Dean's eyes had returned to normal. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead whispering, "I'm sorry."
"Never be sorry for that. That was amazing," she laughed in response.
"About Roy."
"I understand why you hid him from me. If you have been torturing him, it would have been nice to know."
"I didn't think you'd want to know," he started and kissed her full on the lips once more. "But do not ever disrespect me like that again. Understood?" he gazed seriously into her eyes. She knew that he was still slightly upset about her outburst.
"I understand. I'm sorry," she apologized. "I don't know what came over me." She remembered her anger being a red haze at some points.
"I can handle you getting mad at me, but don't undermine me in front of my employees. In fact, I'm somewhat proud when you get all riled up and mad. It's…cute," he admitted. Still holding her up, his fingers brushed against the fabric of her clothing in a seductive manner.
The sound of the giant door opening was what snapped them out of their conversation. Quickly setting Jo down, Dean turned to face his father. "For the love of God, son," John exclaimed, turning his head.
"Bad timing dad," Dean said. Jo's face turned beet red, and she avoided looking at either Winchester for the time being.
"Yes, I can see that," John thought it safe to look, but saw Jo's outfit hiked up. "Jo, you're…um…" Dean quickly fixed her outfit for her and winked.
"What's new?" Dean asked and made his way over to the bar.
"I'll…leave you alone," Jo started to say but Dean shook his head at her.
"Stay. We're all family now. Don't leave," Dean pleaded.
"Okay."
"I just came back for a few days break. I didn't mean to interrupt," John said.
"Nonsense. Jeannie!" Dean called. The servant in question appeared instantly, next to Dean. "Jo needs a drink."
"Of course," the servant answered, and Jo soon found a glass of wine in her hands.
